Masturbation lyrics

[Intro]
Zaytoven
Ayy
I'm gonna say a lot of sh*t with "-ation" on it
You know what I'm sayin'?
A-T-I-O-N, you know what I'm sayin'?
Bang, bang, bang bang, bang
Gang, bang bang

[Chorus]
He listened to Chief Keef once and he turned gangster
I'm spinning in this b*tch like some turntables
I was f*cking on your b*tch while you were waiting
While she had your ass waiting like you were a patient
I'm with my black b*tch, going to get my Caucasian
Bring that M-16 out for some certain equations
This sh*t ain't adding up says my f*cking calculation
I'm on the road I got that ho doing masturbation

[Verse 1]
I up this pistol and this b*tch start doing evaporation
I'm going fast in my car, my sh*t stay calibrated
I seen a million dollar lick, you know I had to take it
Blue faces call my phone, you know I had to cake it
I do this sh*t on my own, f*ck your collaborations
I don't need no ID, check my verification
I hear Johnny on the phone, tell him elaborate me
Just to pull up to your party, boy, you gotta pay me
b*tch, you gotta show me something, b*tch, immaculate me
What the f*ck makes you perfect? Practice, baby
I call up ZayTiggy I ain't beat jacking, baby
I got a hundred dollar each pocket of my jacket, baby
Hopped out on your ho, she said, "You're cappin', baby"
Baby, I ain't a crack baby, I'm a capper, baby
Ho, you can get off my boat, I'm the captain, baby
I treat the bullets like a ship how I sail it, baby
[Chorus]
He listened to Chief Keef once and he turned gangster
I'm spinning in this b*tch like some turntables
I was f*cking on your b*tch while you were waiting
While she had your ass waiting like you were a patient
I'm with my black b*tch, going to get my Caucasian
Bring that M-16 out for some certain equations
This sh*t ain't adding up says my f*cking calculation
I'm on the road I got that ho doing masturbation

[Verse 2]
The police pull me over and I'm 'toxicated
I'm tryna see what the f*ck they determination
They wanna take me out and then incarcerate me
'Cause my car look like a bad ass moderation
Hoes say I ain't easy, it's some complications
I don't do the cuffin', b*tch, pick up your desperation
Have my Uber drop you off, what's your destination?
Vegetarian, vegetation, me aspiration
Told the b*tch to add it up, can you do multiplications?
I'ma need some mesmerization for my recreation
Every time I hop out it's a celebration
I don't need you or your damn consideration
I ain't shaking hands 'less I like the the negotiation
Ayy, I curse too much, I ain't good at appropriation
To go and pick up the damn cake, that's my damn operation
I'm that n*gga, I ain't with the rest of the population
[Chorus]
He listened to Chief Keef once and he turned gangster
I'm spinning in this b*tch like some turntables
I was f*cking on your b*tch while you were waiting
While she had your ass waiting like you were a patient
I'm with my black b*tch, going to get my Caucasian
Bring that M-16 out for some certain equations
This sh*t ain't adding up says my f*cking calculation
I'm on the road I got that ho doing masturbation